Nova Force Book 1

Nevarro

"I can't recall the beginning, but from a young age, I've always been on my own. Survival meant fighting, deceiving, and doing whatever it took to get by. School wasn't my scene; I preferred spending time in a different kind of education—the streets where you had to be rough to survive and I found solace in herbs that dulled my emotions and made me feel strong.

Life taught me that only the strong survive. Love and regret were liabilities I couldn't afford. I lived on the edge, becoming notorious, unafraid of confrontation with law enforcement. They wanted me dead but I wasn't ready to die.

Amidst the chaos of a relentless skirmish, bullets whizzing and adrenaline surging, a figure emerged from the shadows – a familiar face in an unexpected moment. He wasn't an ally by choice, merely a supplier I frequented in those days of living on the edge. But fate, it seemed, had a curious sense of humor.

In the thick of that strife, he stood by my side, offering cover that allowed our escape. As we navigated the chaos together, a silent understanding grew between us. That chance encounter, born from survival, birthed an unspoken alliance that would define our future.

The supplier, known for his resourcefulness and street smarts, became a confidant, and soon after, an essential member of our clandestine world. With our shared instincts for survival, we melded into a duo, then a trio, and finally, a tight-knit gang – bonded by the necessity of the streets, fueled by the allure of power and control.

But then, as if the universe had exhausted its patience, a blinding light engulfed everything. The world we knew vanished, replaced by an alien landscape. A world reborn in ruin, unrecognizable yet pregnant with possibilities. Amidst the rubble and remnants of the old order, it felt like the ultimate reset button had been pressed.

Stranded in this dystopian aftermath, I saw opportunity amidst the desolation. A chance to wield control, not as a mere gang leader but as a force to be reckoned with. An architect of this new world, reshaping it in my own image.

With unwavering determination, I gathered my gang members, my loyal comrades, and seized the reins of this blank canvas. We set up camps, not merely for shelter but as outposts of power and influence. It was a strategic move in this new game of survival, marking territories, plotting moves, and preparing for a new era where strength, cunning, and adaptability would reign supreme.

In this strange and uncertain world, where norms had disintegrated, I stepped forward as a leader, ready to sculpt a reality that favored the strong. With my gang by my side, we embarked on this uncharted journey, driven by ambition and the intoxicating promise of a world remolded in our vision.

In the desolate landscape we now called home, our survival hinged on order and strategy. Our gang had settled into a delicate balance, divided yet unified in purpose. We had established two camps, a necessary precaution that stemmed from a confluence of reasons.

The first, an unspoken rule of our self-made laws, was that merging the camps was a risk we couldn't afford. It wasn't merely a matter of space, although our settlement was confined. It was about control, about maintaining the intricate power dynamics that kept our world intact. Integration risked chaos, a disruption we couldn't gamble on.

Our separate territories were more than just physical boundaries; they were embodiments of our authority. Badger, a trusted ally and dear friend, oversaw one camp with a shrewdness that rivaled my own, while I led the other with an iron grip, ensuring our respective domains thrived under our guidance.

However, the peace between the camps was disrupted by murmurs of dissent, whispers that filtered through Badger's side. Rumors stirred within his camp, tales of an escape plan fueled by hope and desperation. The people, emboldened by newfound courage, believed in a sanctuary, a savior waiting beyond the horizons.

I scoffed at the incredulity of it all. What fanciful tales had Badger spun in their ears? What misguided fantasies had sparked a rebellion in their hearts? In a world where survival was the currency and trust a rarity, I found their naivety both amusing and exasperating.

But beneath my derision, a flicker of curiosity ignited. What if this alleged sanctuary wasn't just a mirage? What if there was something beyond our domain that we hadn't seen or understood? The notion lingered in my mind, a tantalizing prospect of uncharted territory, unexplored possibilities.

For now, their plans were nothing more than folly. Yet, I couldn't dismiss the potential consequences. I knew the fragile balance we maintained could shatter with a single misstep. If their defiance wasn't quelled, it could spread like wildfire, challenging the very foundations of our structured existence.

As the leader of my camp, I had to make a choice – let their rebellion fester or quash it with an iron fist. The decision loomed, a test of my authority, and I could feel the weight of it settling upon my shoulders. The allure of their perceived paradise beckoned, but my allegiance lay firmly with the order I had painstakingly built.

We decided to play it cool, allowing some to slip away, while Eugene, with his unique skills, discreetly tracked their movements, became friends with them and infiltrate this so-called sanctuary. When we finally uncovered their location, I was genuinely intrigued by what they had managed to build.

Their community was thriving, rapidly flourishing in a matter of months. This person they spoke of, Rome he did all this in such a short month. I wanted to understand what made that place and its people tick, and truth be told, maybe even wanted a slice of the pie they seemed to have carved out or the entire pie. Power and control were always on my radar.

When I received word about their location, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and a tinge of surprise.They managed to build so much in such a short time—it was quite impressive. I knew I had to meet this leader, this Rome they call him and perhaps find a way to exert some influence there for the benefit of all. Maybe turn him into my slave along with any other qualified person.

But then came their aggression. They attacked my gang members, even capturing two of then. I couldn't ignore such blatant disrespect. In my world, overlooking such acts would be seen as weakness, and weakness was something I couldn't afford.

They believed we might show up in their territory in two months. But I feel like someone had leaked our plans, Eugene of course, he's weak, but little did they know, I had a cunning surprise in store for them. I was determined to assert my authority by crushing them and taking over their place!

"Alright, listen up, ladies and gentlemen! We're about to embark on a little field trip. It's just a day's march from here, and we're leaving in a couple of days. And you know the drill, keep it subtle, keep it quiet. Surprise is our best friend in this game. They won't see us coming! Ha!" said Nevarro.

"Hey Navarro, my man! How about we mix our squads for this little adventure? I'll grab five of mine, and let's have five of yours join the fun." said Badger.

"Sure...get Shane and a few others prepped for this jaunt." said Nevarro.

"Ah, I'm glad we're on the same page, Navarro. I'll definitely toss in my top-notch player and four other capable buddies.'' replied Badger.

"We'll set up a cozy little camp near their community a day before we swoop in. Gotta say, I love the thrill of planning and strategizing, it's like Christmas morning for us, isn't it?" said Nevarro.